Zenith Falling : A Billionaire Romance (The Zenith Series Book 1) by Leanne Davis

Author:Leanne Davis [Davis, Leanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Leanne Davis
Published: 2014-01-18T22:00:00+00:00

Joelle slept for days, but only on and off. She kept ice on her face, ate very little, and talked less as the days went by. She was constantly aching, and barely could move. She stayed on the couch, or in bed. Erica came and stayed there too; she was a godsend to Nick. When Joelle shied away from his touch, she had no problem letting Erica help her move about. She let Erica take her hand and guide her to bed, and allowed her to wait on her, whereas she couldn’t even look Nick straight in the eye.

He told Joelle a shortened version of what happened when he went to her house. She listened to what he said and Rob’s responses quietly, saying little. Only her eyes showed her confusion.

Nick ached for Joelle. He hated seeing her in physical and emotional pain. She had yet to get angry, or terribly sad. She just slept. And slept. She was so quiet most of the time, Nick and Erica almost didn’t remember she was in the house. She didn’t cry. She didn’t rage. She just accepted things without question. She accepted Erica’s help and pampering. She accepted Nick’s questions, but answered them only in monosyllables. She accepted the conclusion that despite how beat up she was, no one would pay for it. And she accepted that no one but Nick and Erica really cared.

Nick returned to work after Joelle wouldn’t talk to him or let him in. He was useless around her, so he went to work and poured out his frustration, his annoyance, and his own pain over her at work. At least there, he could control his life and cause reactions. And get his way.

A week after her ordeal, her face appeared much less swollen, and her achiness had eased too, only recurring in brief bouts. The bruises were well defined, but much less shocking. She sat on the couch, a blanket around her, as she seemed perpetually cold. She mostly wore sweatpants, workout pants, t-shirts and sweatshirts. Nick continued to wear suits, slacks, ties and jackets. They couldn’t be more opposite if they lived at the North and South poles.

Each time he looked at her, his heart tugged. Broke. Ached. She seemed like his entire world, everything he thought about, and worried about. But there was little he could do for her. He came home one evening to find her sitting up for once, since usually, she was lying down. She turned her head at the sound of his entrance.

“Erica called. She said she would be late.”

Nick nodded. They had become an odd threesome. His girlfriend, his what? Employee? Friend? Little sister? What the hell was she to him now? He remained possessive of her, in his mind, in a way he’d never been with anyone. Not even Erica. It bothered him, scared him, and worried him, so he kept it to himself.

Erica was there too each day. Erica came from a family of old wealth, and literally, high society.

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